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I despair of ever finishing "The Count of Monte Cristo". It has been about three weeks since I started this wonderful novel, and I am only on page seven hundred. The Count has consumed my life, however, every time I sit down to read a sizable chunk of the novel and newer and glossier book calls my name.  Take this weekend, I read only about one hundred pages of COMT but read three novels by Bentley Little because Stephen King recommended them for summer, beachy reads. And they were quite good, given that I am a sucker for cheesy over the top horror. So sue me. And then last night, I went to bed with the intention of reading COMT, but the damn books is so thick, it makes this difficult, so instead I read Michael Dirda's slim-little volume "Book by Book" and I was wholly enthralled, because Dirda's passion for reading and the way he writes about readings' impact on life is mesmerizing.  And besides, Dirda is a Pulitzer Prize winner from Ohio, more importantly from Lorain Ohio, so I had to have some hometown pride. So needless to say I have whole other list of books to read and check out as well as two new volumes "Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader" and "Ruined By Books". The poor count must ::le sigh:: wait, for I am in non-fiction mode.  Also, I regret limiting my one hundred books projects to novels, because a shiny new edition of the annotated edition of "Paradise Lost" and "The Poem of the CId", both of which are veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerry tempting, but I have too much to read and do to pick them up. Also Harold Bloom's critique of Lucifer as a character in literature came in and I wanna read it now, but no.....COMT, must finish.......just easily distracted.